Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.